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[tecnoandroidit]

Maysun Solar MS540MB-72H: i pannelli fotovoltaici che creano la tua indipendenza energetica - Recensione

Nell'era dell'energia rinnovabile, la scelta di un modulo solare efficiente, affidabile e di alta qualità è fondamentale per garantire un ritorno sull'investimento ottimale. Oggi, abbiamo avuto la fortuna di testare i moduli solari MS540MB-72H di Maysun Solar. Questi moduli non sono solo un altro pannello solare sul mercato; è un prodotto progettato per offrire un valore elevato al cliente, con una serie di caratteristiche che lo rendono un investimento intelligente per qualsiasi progetto di energia solare. Design e Materiali Nel mondo dei moduli solari, il design è spesso un aspetto trascurato, relegato in secondo piano rispetto a parametri come l'efficienza e la resa energetica. Il modulo solare di Maysun Solar sfida questa norma, offrendo un design che è tanto funzionale quanto esteticamente gradevole. Il modulo utilizza un doppio strato di vetro temperato per garantire sia la durabilità che l'efficienza. Questa scelta di materiali non solo aumenta la resistenza del modulo a condizioni ambientali avverse come sale, ammoniaca e alte temperature, ma contribuisce anche a una migliore trappola della luce, migliorando così la resa energetica. La cornice in argento del modulo aggiunge un tocco di eleganza senza compromettere la funzionalità. Oltre al suo aspetto gradevole, la cornice è progettata per facilitare l'installazione e fornire una struttura solida che aumenta la longevità del prodotto. Funzionalità e prestazioni Il modulo solare MS540MB-72H di Maysun Solar è un prodotto che offre una combinazione impressionante di potenza, efficienza e affidabilità, il tutto sostenuto da garanzie robuste. Iniziando con le garanzie, il modulo offre una garanzia di prodotto di 12 anni e una garanzia sulla potenza di 25 anni, con un output garantito dell'84,8%. Questo è un forte indicatore della fiducia del produttore nella durabilità e nel rendimento a lungo termine del modulo. Passando alle specifiche elettriche in condizioni standard, il modulo vanta una potenza massima di 540 Wp, una tensione alla massima potenza di 40,7 V e una corrente alla massima potenza di 13,27 A. Questi numeri sono ulteriormente supportati da una tensione a vuoto di 49,42 V e una corrente di corto circuito di 13,85 A. Con un'efficienza del modulo del 20,94% e una tolleranza sulla potenza positiva del 3%, il modulo si posiziona come uno dei più efficienti e potenti nel suo segmento. Le prestazioni del modulo in condizioni meno ideali sono altrettanto impressionanti. Con una potenza massima di 402 Wp, una tensione alla massima potenza di 38,08 V e una corrente alla massima potenza di 10,55 A in condizioni NOCT (Temperatura di Esercizio Nominale della Cella), il modulo dimostra una resilienza notevole. In termini di tolleranze di temperatura, il modulo può operare in un intervallo di temperatura che va da -40 a 85 gradi Celsius. Ha un coefficiente di temperatura di Pmax di -0,35 %/°C, un coefficiente di temperatura di Voc di -0,28 %/°C e un coefficiente di temperatura di Isc di 0,048 %/°C. Questi dati suggeriscono che il modulo è progettato per mantenere un rendimento elevato anche in condizioni climatiche estreme. Dal punto di vista costruttivo, il modulo ha dimensioni di 2279x1134x35 mm e pesa 28,9 kg. È costruito con celle monocristalline e ha un totale di 144 celle. Il vetro è rivestito anti-riflesso e temperato con uno spessore di 3,2 mm. La scatola di derivazione offre una protezione IP 68, e i connettori sono del tipo MC4 con cavi di diametro 4 mm². Specifiche tecniche Dati Elettrici in Condizioni Standard (STC) - Potenza Massima (Pmax): Con una potenza massima di 540 Wp, questo modulo si posiziona tra i più potenti disponibili sul mercato. - Tensione alla Massima Potenza (Vmpp): A 40,7 V, la tensione alla massima potenza è ottimizzata per garantire un'elevata efficienza energetica. - Corrente alla Massima Potenza (Impp): Con una corrente di 13,27 A, il modulo è progettato per massimizzare la generazione di energia. - Tensione a Vuoto (Voc): La tensione a vuoto di 49,42 V è un indicatore della stabilità e dell'efficienza del modulo. - Corrente di Corto Circuito (Isc): A 13,85 A, la corrente di corto circuito contribuisce alla sicurezza e all'affidabilità del sistema. - Efficienza del Modulo: Con un'efficienza del 20,94%, questo modulo è tra i più efficienti nel suo segmento. - Tolleranza sulla Potenza: Una tolleranza positiva del 3% indica che il modulo può effettivamente superare la sua potenza nominale, offrendo un valore aggiunto. Dati Elettrici con NOCT (Temperatura di Esercizio Nominale della Cella) - Potenza Massima (Pmax): 402 Wp - Tensione alla Massima Potenza (Vmpp): 38,08 V - Corrente alla Massima Potenza (Impp): 10,55 A - Tensione a Vuoto (Voc): 46,65 V - Corrente di Corto Circuito (Isc): 11,19 A - Temperatura: 45±2 °C Questi dati sono particolarmente utili per comprendere come il modulo si comporti in condizioni meno ideali, come temperature più elevate e irraggiamento solare più basso. Valutazioni di Temperatura e Massime - Temperatura Operativa: -40~85 °C - Coefficiente di Temperatura di Pmax: -0,35 %/°C - Coefficiente di Temperatura di Voc: -0,28 %/°C - Coefficiente di Temperatura di Isc: 0,048 %/°C - Tensione Massima di Sistema: 1500 V - Tensione Nominale del Fusibile: 25 A Materiali e Dimensioni - Dimensioni: 2279x1134x35 mm - Peso: 28,9 kg - Tipo di Cella: Monocristallino - Numero di Celle: 144 - Tipo di Vetro: Rivestimento Anti-Riflesso, Temperato - Spessore del Vetro: 3,2 mm - Tipo di Telaio: Lega di Alluminio Anodizzato - Protezione Scatola di Derivazione: IP 68 - Tipo di Connettori: MC4 - Diametro dei Cavi: 4 mm² Installazione e test: Un Gioco da Ragazzi Una delle prime cose che ho notato è stata la facilità di installazione. Grazie alla sua cornice in lega di alluminio anodizzato e ai connettori MC4, l'installazione è stata rapida e senza intoppi. Le dimensioni di 2279x1134x35 mm e il peso di 28,9 kg lo rendono maneggevole per un prodotto della sua categoria. Una volta installato, ho subito iniziato a monitorare le prestazioni. Con una potenza massima di 540 Wp e un'efficienza del modulo del 20,94%, le aspettative erano alte. Devo dire che il modulo ha superato brillantemente ogni test, mantenendo un'efficienza costante anche durante le giornate nuvolose. La tensione alla massima potenza di 40,7 V e la corrente alla massima potenza di 13,27 A hanno confermato che le specifiche tecniche non erano solo numeri su un foglio. Vivo in una zona con temperature che variano notevolmente tra le stagioni. Il modulo ha dimostrato una notevole resilienza, mantenendo prestazioni elevate sia in condizioni di caldo che di freddo. Il coefficiente di temperatura di Pmax di -0,35 %/°C e il coefficiente di temperatura di Voc di -0,28 %/°C hanno giocato un ruolo fondamentale in questo. La scatola di derivazione con protezione IP 68 e il vetro temperato anti-riflesso da 3,2 mm hanno aggiunto un ulteriore livello di sicurezza e durabilità al modulo. Maggiori informazioni sono sul sito ufficiale. Videorecensione  Read the full article

[munove]

Maysun: «Estoy cansada de la mentalidad consistente en "Conseguir lo máximo, invirtiendo lo mínimo"»

[C&P] Estoy hasta las mismísimas napias de que los medios nos vendan el tipo de la vida "freelance" como si fuera lo mejor del mundo, como si fuésemos dandies con vida bohemia que trabajamos por amor al arte y que nos encanta vivir del aire, sin contrato, sin Seguridad Social, sin vacaciones, sin jubilación... ¡¡sin vida!! Pero qué bonito es poder elegir tú todo (y por consiguiente pagarlo todo a base de Mortadelos o dinero de Monopoly, para el que no lo entienda, porque NO TENEMOS SUELDO, NI CONTRATO) y ser tu propio JEFE ¿verdad? ¡Uhh!

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[sanerontheinside]

political horror stories from the frankenAU

- because apparently now that’s a thing that I do

I’m going to preface this particular snippet with an explanation and strong warnings. This is part of a backstory for one of my OCs, who appears in the frankenAU, which I haven’t been particularly open on the details of. I don’t know how these snippets fit overall into the arc, but they occur in the same AU, so I’m posting this separately in several parts as I go. 

Alternatively, this part can be read as a standalone. Actually, I may even keep it that way, post the full form on ao3 later. 

Warnings for current snippet: discrimination against an LGBT character, politics that may strike close to home, manipulation. (Particularly for any followers who experienced the grand experiment of communism, but current events will sting enough.)

Alik raised her arms over her head and stretched, letting her spine click. It didn’t dispel the tightness below her shoulder blades, but it was better than nothing.

In the soft yellow light of her desk lamp, she eyed the blue digits on the chrono and snorted. Well past time for sleeping, but she was already long trapped in the pleasant hum of wakefulness, and craving caff again. Time is a lie, she thought, rising and sighing heavily. Certainly after her return from the neighbouring system, where she’d covered the famine that was beginning to affect their shipments, Time could say whatever it liked about its own progression. Alik’s mind and body were awake and that was that.

Careful not to wake the other few stragglers in their offices that night, Alik gingerly picked up her mug and slipped off her shoes, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and sealed the door behind her with a soft snick to set the kettle.

She could still hear her father’s voice in her head, though they hadn’t spoken a civil word to each other in a very long time – journalism is a thankless job, it never pays enough and no one wants the truth! Well, he was right, of course. Alik worked for one of the best papers in the capital city, but she’d just had the great honor of watching her latest report be quietly suppressed and shuffled down in the ranking.

Oh, it got the proper opening burst of viewership, and even now a few enterprising young souls were probably circulating the link on the HoloNet. It wasn’t news. It wasn’t interesting. The licks and hints and tantalising bites that the local correspondents had had dangled under their noses by a few of the high generals, though, those were interesting.

Alik ground back against a weary, frustrated sigh. They did this every year, or every few months, whenever things got boring. They’d dangle hints and nice little tidbits, but nothing would really come of it. She was almost convinced nobody even believed it anymore, this possibility of a military coup. People were so weary of the tense back-and-forth between the military and the Minister – who seemed to be a public favourite – that they’d relaxed, like an elastic band stretched too many times.

Then again, she thought, throwing the vidstream a crooked glance as she poured a generous measure of cream in her burnt bitter caff, now would be the perfect time to strike, at that. Their main trading partner was struggling with a governmental meltdown, and a number of the neighbouring planets they had dealings with were also showing signs of instability. Things hadn’t been this bad in years, maybe even decades.

Alik hummed softly to herself, pursing her lips at the vidstream in some concern.

3 months later:

“No, I’m trying to tell you –"Alik pressed the heel of her hand against her eye, where the headache was now a constant dull throb. “Maysun, listen to me: Lor assigned coverage of the protests to me. I was there, so was Gaspar. We’ve been arrested.”

The comm crackled. “Where are you?”

“The Intendant’s offices.”

“Why the Inten- you were in the Square?”

“Maysun,” Alik held back a sigh and swallowed her sarcasm, though she couldn’t quite take the edge out of her voice. “Yes, we were in the Square. They asked us to report on the protests in the city centre.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to our legal aid, see if they can get you out. Should I tell Edi?”

Alik snorted. “Has he asked where we are and what he’s paying us for?”

“Of course.”

Alik could hear Maysun’s smile, and it warmed her, just a little. “Then do tell him. He may be lucky, this time,” she added, eyeing the door apprehensively. “I don’t think the Intendant is particularly concerned with legalities.”

“What do you mean?”

The sharp thrum of worry in Maysun’s voice was also reassuring, but not quite enough to settle Alik’s stomach. “My friend, he hasn’t told us why we were arrested,” Alik said quietly. “We’ve been held here without questioning, and I haven’t seen Gaspar since they brought us into the building. This is not normal procedure.”

A beat of silence met her from the other end. Then, “I see.” Alik shivered at the schooled tone, held her breath through the long, unsettling pause. “We’ll do everything to get you out, Alik, I promise you,” Maysun said, far more gently.

“I remember what this means.”

“I know you do, Alik, but maybe it’s not come to that just yet. You only get one comm transmission, right?”

“Right. Five minutes.”

“Right. I see. Is there anyone you want me to call?”

Alik hesitated. “You said – you said it may not be that.”

“Nevertheless. Alik, your instincts have been right more often than not. Please. You’re the one who always tells me to prepare for the worst.”

Logical, that. Alik wanted to groan, wanted to drop her head onto crossed forearms. She’d long since lost all the family that would give half a damn about her, but maybe – “Tell Gaiane.”

“All right. No one else?”

Alik shrugged. “Well, you know. You can tell our lot. Gaiane will tell everyone I care for outside of work.”

“Good. I’ll start with Edi, then tell the others. He’ll be glad to take you off the books, so please come back.”

Alik laughed – a mirthless bark, but it left her feeling lighter. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Blessings, Alik. Hold on.”

The connection cut off. Alik dropped the comm to the table and looked up at the door, staring at it as though a determined, flat glare could show her the other side. The Intendant would come in, he would either apologise and let them go, and then that would be all, or she would be charged with disturbing the peace. Legal counsel would argue that she had been covering a nonviolent protest, and –

The door slid open. The Intendant strode in with a brisk, clipped step, not once looking her way, before he stopped at the edge of the table where she sat.

“Alek im-Norayr?”

Alik blinked up at him. “Alik, and it’s am-Norayr,” she corrected, with a strict emphasis.

The Intendant looked at her, a piercing, predatory gaze, and a sharp sweep from the crown of her head to her feet. “Quite so.” He stepped around her, behind her, passing far too close not to raise the hair on the nape of her neck. “Tell me, Alik – may I call you ‘Alik’? Or is there a more formal, complete form you would prefer?”

“‘Alik’ is the name I wish to be called,” she said firmly, back too straight, shoulders far too tense.

“Very well, Alik. What were you doing in the Square, six hours ago?”

“I will not speak without my company’s legal counsel present,” Alik replied steadily.

The Intendant smiled. “You are not here under arrest, Alik. No charges have been filed against you.”

Yet, her mind added ominously. “Yet I’ve been kept here for six hours, though I have not been charged with anything.”

“A bureaucratic error, I assure you,” he said, waving the issue out of the air like a passing nuisance. “I only have a few questions – I need to clear up a bit of confusion, compare testimonies of the protestors against other accounts. You work for – which company?”

“I work for the Daily Inquiry,” Alik answered levelly.

“The Daily Inquiry, very good – you’re one of their best correspondents. You know how important the facts are to us.”

Alik shrugged. “Then I see even less reason to ask a journalist.”

The Intendant chuckled amiably. “Ah, good, you’ve a fine sense of humour, Alik. You and I will get along very well, I think. Now: you were covering the protests?”

“My superior assigned coverage of the protest to me and Gaspar im-Suf-”

“Oh, yes, I know about your friend, Gaspar,” the Intendant interrupted lightly. “We have already spoken to him. He says you were responsible for the fighting that broke out in the crowd.”

Alik opened her mouth, then closed it again. No he didn’t, she thought, with a taste in her mouth like burnt metal. “The crowd was not violent, where we were -”

“My officers say it was violent,” the Intendant cut across her smoothly, and this time his voice was harder, cooler. “Are you calling them liars?”

Alik stared. Her mouth snapped shut.

“I thought not. Let’s try again. Your companion claims that you threw the first punch. Did you do this?”

Alik schooled her expression to pleasant blankness. “I am sure there has been a mistake. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak no further without legal counsel.”

“As is your right,” the Intendant nodded, agreeing. “But you know it will be held against you, of course.”

“But you say I have not been charged.” Alik dared a slight surprised widening of the eyes, an innocent blink.

The Intendant’s expression sharpened, and he looked up at her again, reevaluating his opponent. “Oh, come now, Alik. We know you started the riot.”

Oh gods, gods all. She knew this game. She knew it so well, she’d grown up with these stories braided into her hair, wound tight against her skull. She kept that knowledge out of her face, the fear that quaked within her trapped behind the mask of sudden blankness that slammed up over her expression. That was a tell like any other, she knew, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care, so long as it wasn’t her fear.

“You realise, of course, I don’t need to charge you with anything.”

Of course you don’t. “That would be illegal.” Not that anyone would care.

“There are certain – exceptions,” the Intendant smiled with his teeth alone, “for dealing with dangerous elements, enemies of the State.”

Right. Horrible-sounding laughter rang in her ears, a low voice of despair that had seen this coming, knew this was going to happen, it was only a matter of time, you chose journalism for this, didn’t you, Alik? She ignored it. “You know that will never hold in the courts. My company's lawyers –"

“Will not defend a traitor,” the Intendant cut in. “You have taken advantage of your position at the Daily Inquiry to corrupt the minds of the people with your fear mongering and your perversions of the truth. I’m sure they’ll even thank us for taking you off their hands,” he added with a twisted smirk, “after all, they have a responsibility to their readers.”

Now would be the time to show fear, Alik thought. Now would be the time to beg and scream and cry out, even though no one would come. More than anything else, though, she kept thinking that it didn’t make sense, that these threats hadn’t been made in decades. Of course they never died, but – why now?

Old methods of control and terror never died, and there was still no way to win against them. If anything, Alik should have known, from the moment they separated her from Gaspar, that she wasn’t going to walk out of here on her own two feet.

She wasn’t about to let the knowledge cow her.

The change in her – the acknowledgement of that finality – must have been evident. Her face smoothed, her voice dropped to a lower, more confident register. “You seem certain of these allegations,” Alik said, the tension in her body flowing out, replaced with readiness and an air of challenge.

“Are you going to deny them?” the Intendant asked, almost as though the spectacle before him were amusing.

“You don’t need a confession from an enemy of the State.” She must have looked weary, her eyes sliding aside to the dirty window and the dark wall. And the floor, she noticed, was dark. She wondered how scrupulously clean the Intendant kept his offices.

“No, I don’t. But it would make things so much easier for you.”

The corners of her mouth twitched in the very slightest of resigned smiles. No, not at all. Confessions are only meant to break you. To gauge how weak you are.

She turned her head back to him, and grinned – a wide, toothy, sickly grin.

You can’t have me yet.

*Note: yes, he deadnamed her.